KiperKiper 2025-09-28T15:27:16Z
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Rain lashed against my glasses like tiny bullets, blurring the lobby lights into watery smears as I juggled three grocery bags and a wobbling pizza box. My left shoe squelched with every step—another puddle casualty. Keys? Buried somewhere beneath damp paper sacks leaking broccoli florets. I cursed under my breath, imagining the inevitable: bags exploding onto marble floors while I stabbed uselessly at a keycard reader with numb fingers. That’s when my phone buzzed in my back pocket, a stubborn
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Monsoon rain lashed against my hood as I juggled three dripping grocery bags and a wobbling pizza box. My building's entrance loomed like a fortress – keys buried somewhere beneath kale and kombucha bottles. That old metallic fob? Probably dissolving in a puddle of hummus at the bottom of my tote. Just as panic started clawing up my throat, the neural mesh algorithms in my building's system recognized my rain-smeared face through KiperKiper. The lock thudded open before I even blinked rainwater